// THE FRACTURES //

All words by Savill/Houghton
All music by The Fractures

The Garden
The last gasp. Of social democracy.

Is when we want to tell our readers about sharp short books, that we know will delight them.

You've been firing at our viewers with close range shots that you know will destroy them.

We've got a long way to go. In this tyrannical age of bibliographical essays, to foresee in a vague way.

The next day, what will remain? The next day. Give me energy, give me concept, give me benefit, give me something that I can take and call my own. Instead of using everyone.

This is not a compliment, this is just a conclusion.

We just cant live alone we just cant keep on moving in circles.

Another masquerade of diabolical mind games, that you play in your sick way.

The next day, what will remain? The next day. Give me energy, give me concept, give me substance, give me somewhere that I can stay and call my home. Instead of using everyone.

529
They were colourful and gave pass, an empty string of signals. In no fit state to be here.

Four seats, sold above their value. Complete with complimentary waitress. And after an hour we start selling parts of our descendants.

Give me some time, just give me some time.

I'll rip the heart out of here.

We can't breath, we can barely breath, we can barely breath.

I'm not inclined to induce your pleasure, I'm not a reason to make you smile. The walls are alive, cut down, cut out, cut down our measure.

Give me some time, just give me some time.

I'll rip the heart out of here.

We can't breath, we can barely breath, we can barely breath.

You were always in my space.

Intentions
Lust’s not the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind when I think of her. It’s not my intention, it’s just prevarication to love her, if I loved her I would have said.

Don’t close your eyes, I cant lose you now, this is not our time.

These things happen every time however hard you try, no movement inside.

Take care on your part, take, care of my Heart. A stir aroused by her latest piece. Lie in wait for hours, see I’ve thrown it all away. I doubt you'd do the same.

If I keep inventing myself, what will I come up with? What will I come up with?

No conception of life, no movement inside.

Recovery
Better without, they tell me. The louder I shout, they'll hear me. Always in touch, and we'll always have this.

Never in doubt, never doubt and clearly. We'll work it out, we'll work in theory. Forever obsessed, with bullets and rifles. Please leave.

I’ll save myself in my own time. I just hope there's a lifeboat.

Steering us north, too fast. Take a new light, turn it around and broadcast. Several remarks, she hands me her bloody knife.

Never in doubt, never in doubt and clearly. This is no time, this is no time for theory's. Forever obsessed, with keeping in process. Of your age.

This is my home.
This is my name.

We'll work to recover.

Victory Day
Drag me out of the Thames, dry me off and watch me laugh. I'll be grateful, I'd take first or I'd take last. Handicapped or taken back, I'd sing I'd dance, today, today, today.

You should have seen us son, we were something. You should have seen us son, yeah we were really something.

I'll make sure you want me, I'll make sure you need me. I'll make sure that things don't change. I'll make sure you want me, I'll make sure you need me.
Side by side on Victory Day.

Drag me out of the Thames, bring me a-round and kiss me fast. Pull the knives out of my back, sharpen them again, today, today, today.

On Paper
What a waste? What a waste? What a waste of ability? I missed a day, I missed a day, now I'm a week behind. What a way? What a way? What a way to kill me? You Kill me?

It was a good idea, but I don't think it's gonna work.

On paper, on paper, on paper, it was a good idea.

End of the day, end of the day. You had to leave us, you had to leave us this way. End of the day, end of the day. You had to leave us, you had to leave us again.

I see myself, I see myself, I see myself in better way. Your not the same, your not the same, your not the same as you promised to be. What a day? What a day? What a day it has been? What do you care?

My Goodness, My Country
These skinhead boots, these natzi roots. These swolen lips, those fake tatoo's. These saliva bombs, more protest songs. My mouth is gushing with blood, filling up my lungs. This grant maintained, police cant explain. Politicians exposed, hush, hush case closed.

My goodness (My country), My family and all they do for me. My goodness (My country), My friends and how they sing with me. My goodness (My gracious), My love oh you look so sweet, My goodness.

These council flats, these teenage rats. Fund the thieves and the law, what are we fighting for? This imminent smell, this sickening taste. I hate the things that you've done, hush, hush go home.

Vagrant Julianna
Your acting kind of civalised, kissing on the steps of Albert Hall. Maybe I could tease you? Maybe you could tease me? I don't know! Bedlam in the bedroom, a guide for a shy guy. Betty Page in high heels! Betty Page in high heels! I wish she were alive.

Why? If your so scared of me. How can you roll your eyes? If you've never tried.

It could be worse, you could be dead. You could blame it on the worst of your depts. But if I had to take a guess I'd say you were like me.

Lost on sunday morning, Margo Lane on Grovner Square. Pulling off the leeches, sucking on the leeches, but they never disapeer. Migrant mother, Nipolma California. Vagrant Julianna, Vagrant Julianna, I love the way she pulls my hair.

Florence
She came to me like a pleasant dream. With the kind of eyes that bring a world to its knees. Soft spoken words that say the things that I mean. The kinda smile the likes I never have seen.

I caught her face in the blink of an eye. Four thousand wrongs but one must be right. Her memory won't fade from my mind. And from this love I never could hide.

She disappeared with the changing tide. Now there's no second chance for me to look in those eyes. For one short moment there was comfort in life. Now there's just emptiness to stand at my side.